Let me tell you now, the past few weeks have been hard. I am not a good invalid, so the highlight has been booking a Glencoe trip. Yes, I know there’s been Christmas and New Year and that. And I know I love these times. And I know the younger daughter’s friend thought about taking back the get well card he came round with on Christmas Day, after he was told to join the games and have a beer. But I haven’t really seen them this time round.
So I need the focus of a trip – oh, voted most romantic place in Scotland by the way, probably lucky to get a booking with the present cash in on some of Skyfall being filmed there. I swear, I love that place so much, I reckon I would start to feel better, if we were going there next week, not in misty time.
Anyway the brain bzzzzzzzd back in gear this morning. Like Buzz Lightyear it was going to infinity and beyond. The other half took up poetry writing but here was another…dare I say the dirty word…rejection? But he was very happy that a poem by someone he knew was there on the printed page.
(Personally my fav from Toy Story is the alien. His is of very simple constuction.)
He hadn’t been very active with the writing of late and this person is on a M.Lit course. It kind of gave the lie to that belief I have that writers are born not made. But then when I thought about it a bit more, I came to the conclusion, yes, they can be born and yes, they can be made, but beneath all that writers are driven.
Why else would any sane person pursue publication as their goal?
(Well okay we’re not sane either. I mean I know I’m not. Hands up now.)
Why – even if you say, well I don’t care if my work never sees the light of day, do you keep doing it? Feel uncompleted as a person unless you do? Crave that word fix like an addict? It doesn’t matter the house has just burnt down, the other half fell down a mine shaft and your left leg just got amputated – look this is all hypothetical. Just so long as you get that sentence on the page.
That might never see the light of day because tomorrow, or the day after, you might red pen it. Well?
The delete button’s very handy that way.
I won’t say I always wanted to write. I mean at the age of two? Three? Come on, you think I was to be found in the corner of some nursery penning the latest Look Janet, see John sensation? If only. Just think I might be creaming it in the Bahamas now.
What I know is I read extensively as a child and I must have had an imagination because I began to see stories, worlds, that were mine. I wasn’t encouraged in this delusion. But I kept going anyway. I think things can be taught. Of course they can because someone can see a story but have no idea how to structure it. Others just fly it by the seat of their pants. (Like I’m sort of doing with this blog today).
But without the drive, that engine, either way, is running on empty.
And that’s what I said to the other half. I mean, just look at Saint Shehanne still putting down however many words a day…pretty crap ones, I tell you now, over the last few weeks.
Why? Because I don’t know how not to. And I wonder if that’s the truth of most writers.
Ps…I leave you with a picture of Glencoe. Who knows you will probably have to suffer a blog about Scotland’s romantic places next….
C. Descoteaux said:
So glad you’re feeling better, Shehanne!
Gorgeous pic! I see why planning a trip there would perk you up. I may search Pinterest for more Glencoe later. And I agree, writers can be born & they can also catch it later in life — I’ve known both kinds & neither is any saner than the other. 🙂
shehannemoore said:
Aww Charley thank you. Words of wisdom and kindness as always.
jeanleesworld said:
I laughed aloud when I read the line about your two-year-old self. I still have some picture books I made when I was small; I know for sure I made one when I was four years old about a boy kidnapped by a monster so he could make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and then Superman swooped in and tied the monster up so Superman and the boy could eat the sandwiches. Gripping stuff, eh? (Actually, I’m a touch disappointed with myself for ripping off what was popular in the culture at the time. Oh, little me, you need to be original! 🙂
shehannemoore said:
Hell doll, the fact was you DID that. It don’t matte r adman that you ripped off a few popular icons. So what? See, the seed was there, just waiting to germinate. xx
jeanleesworld said:
Shucks. 🙂 And it did! A curious thing: I was looking through some of my old stories a long time ago and noticed I always wrote with boys for main characters. I must have thought girls were boring even then.
shehannemoore said:
They are only boring if you let them be. Hee hee. So get writing x